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Carol City

Rick Ross4 Dec 2015

Carol City Lyrics

Word to the pusher, ni**a never kept a job

Boobie gave me game

We used to sell d**e and rob

I left a stain off in Carol City

My last name should be Carol City

Used to sell d**e just to feed the fame

Max box jumping with the kilograms

I feel your pain if you from Carol City

My last name should be Carol City

Black Dollar, I wanna buy a house on every block

Build one bigger than Dolphin Stadium, young ni**a watch

Captain Crabs aka shells, living your aftermath

Ain't no love, get your money or get a body bag

Hammers and vogues, there's lord

River City let the son ride clean for the deadliest hoes

Gotta represent, ni**a so meet me at the minute

And if you living how I'm living, stay behind the tenant

Marble floors meet rugs and got the gold faucets

Be cautious, well known to take the weak hostage

U.S Marshalls on the way and they cut open the gates

Know we going to trial by the look on my face

Word to the pusher, ni**a never kept a job

Boobie gave me game

We used to sell d**e and rob

I left a stain off in Carol City

My last name should be Carol City

Used to sell d**e just to feed the fame

Max box jumping with the kilograms

I feel your pain if you from Carol City

My last name should be Carol City

Fake niggas found face down in abandoned buildings

Picture pennies, fair cases get you

A lengthy sentence

Niggas snitching, b**ches switching is what I seen the most

Three 0-5, but Carol City got the cleanest coke

Match box, projects, I gave my point of view

Bomb man, two lieutenant I was appointed to

60 thousand and nickle rocks outside the silver fox

Duval County to Virginia, my pockets 'bout to pop

Move 'em hoe, mind your business, therefore nobody told

And when they did they come and get you, seen you up the road

We met his kids fishing on the bridge

Ten years later, bumped into him, he threw me a brick

Word to the pusher, ni**a never kept a job

Boobie gave me game

We used to sell d**e and rob

I left a stain off in Carol City

My last name should be Carol City

Used to sell d**e just to feed the fam

Max box jumping with the kilograms

I feel your pain if you from Carol City

My last name should be Carol City

Walking home from school, always was quick to jump a ni**a

Third day on school, they knew I was a thumper ni**a

My lil hitta doing 4 he caught a gun charge

Smoking backwoods

Position yourself, it's timing that come into the end

Caught him slippin', Each time as he tried to get a

Is he the odd

Or baby boy, you can meet the lord

I pray we meet again, maybe we be on one accord

Walking through the flea market

Bouncing like I hit a lick

Going open, the record label just to go legit

Had to car cash on 27th was a pastime

Pay for 60 keys, all at once just like the last time

Word to the pusher, ni**a never kept a job

Boobie gave me game

We used to sell d**e and rob

I left a stain off in Carol City

My last name should be Carol City

Used to sell d**e just to feed the fam

Max box jumping with the kilograms

I feel your pain if you from Carol City

My last name should be Carol City

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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